This is a song about "Killing fantasy archwitches"

Set me free, from reality, that'll be, my fantasy

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

"can we get much higher?" of course since we're living in a dark fantasy/

On this mission that im killing,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Crackin' me up that you're havin' this laughable fantasy

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

His edgy fantasy slowly takin'

I can't tell reality from fantasy

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

A beautiful 'puffee , killing

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Fuck that what else can i be, that's just the life of fantasy